"Nan Shan, take good care of your master on the way back and brew some Hangover Soup for him when you get there. He's definitely going to have a headache once he sobers up, so prepare some medicine as well," Wufu instructed Wen Congrui's servant, Nan Shan.
Nan Shan, too, wore a pained expression. Why did his master have to be so willful today?
He thanked Wufu with a bow and, with the help of other guards, hoisted the now unconscious Wen Congrui onto his back and left.
Watching them depart, Wufu then turned to Ah Jiu, who was also quite drunk, and huffed, "How come you can't drink yourself to death!" She then said to Xiao Li, "Bai Xiaobai is in the elegant room. Go and call him down to work!"
"Right away!" Xiao Li leaped away swiftly.
Wufu sat down beside Ah Jiu, overwhelmed by the alcohol fumes, and began to feel a headache coming on.
"Wufu." Suddenly her hand was grasped, and someone lifted their head, looking pitiful and said in a woeful voice, "I, I feel terrible!"
